Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1303 Nakano Miku: What a pervert

Ryunosuke Uesugi knew that Caster, like him, had things he wanted to do but had not yet done.

"That being said, Ryunosuke, do you have any good ideas to help me defeat Berserker?"

Caster's brows were furrowed, and his unusually large eyes looked even more abrupt due to excessive thinking. The disharmony of his facial features was infinitely magnified at this moment.

However, beneath this thrilling appearance lies his deep desire for victory and his persistence in pursuing the eternal dream in his heart.

Caster's heart was also filled with reluctance and helplessness.

He came to this holy war and wanted to pour out his long-suppressed feelings to Joan of Arc, but he never expected that the god of fate seemed to be particularly harsh on him and was unwilling to fulfill even such a simple wish.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, the loneliness and regret would surge over him like a tide, making him wonder if he was really a child abandoned by God.

Faced with Caster's questioning, Uryu Ryunosuke couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and his heart was also confused.

Just when he was speechless, a sharp sword light cut through the sky, and the pale blue transparent magic light curtain was like fragile glass, and was easily chopped into pieces by a sharp sword. The dual-wielding crazy battle Lancelot was covered in blood, like a god of war returning from hell, and he rushed in front of Caster.

At this moment on the battlefield, there was no trace of the water demon, only endless silence and despair.

Lancelot's eyes were as bright as torches as he scanned the surroundings. When his gaze fell on the corpses scattered all over the ground, an indescribable anger and grief surged in his heart.

Those young lives, which should have been the hope of the future world, are now lying here, scattered around, with dried blood clinging tightly to the ground, forming a series of shocking pictures.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and even breathing seemed to become heavy and difficult.

Lancelot was not a rookie on the battlefield. He had seen too much death and killing in his life, and even the skeletons of young children were commonplace to him.

However, the scene before him made him feel unprecedented shock and anger.

These young bodies were not only brutally killed, but also broken into pieces, with scattered fragments and hollowed-out chest and abdominal cavities, so that not even a complete body could be found.

Lancelot knew that humans were creatures with a tendency toward destruction.

Driven by fear and oppression, rational nerves are often destroyed, making people ugly and tyrannical.

Such people are common on the battlefield.

They have experienced struggles on the brink of life and death, and in order to seek a little comfort and relief, they often choose to vent their anger on innocent people.

Through more intense stimulation, I can confirm that I am still alive in this world, still breathing, and still feeling pain and happiness.

However, the reason why knights are noble and respected is that they prove that human beings are not just made up of meanness and cruelty.

On the blood-soaked battlefield, they uphold their honor and pride, abandon fear and hatred, and live as human beings in a hellish battlefield.

They used their actions to interpret what true courage and sacrifice are, and what is the most glorious side of the human soul. Lancelot, a hero who was once famous for his endless bravery and noble sentiments, was always reluctant to call himself a knight because of an unspeakable stain in his life.

Although this self-denial followed him everywhere, his persistent pursuit of noble character was like an indelible brand, engraved in the deepest part of his soul, and became a badge that he could not remove in his life.

This persistence enables him to examine everything in the world from an extraordinary perspective every time he makes a decision. In particular, the respect and protection of the value of life is the unshakable cornerstone in his heart.

Facing Caster, the demon who takes pleasure in distorting human nature and trampling on life, Lancelot's anger is like a volcano, ready to erupt, and his heart is filled with unspeakable grief and disgust.

In his eyes, Caster's existence is the most direct insult to human dignity and the most wanton trampling on the sanctity of life.

Whether on a battlefield or in peaceful times, Lancelot always believed that human beings should have awe for life and regard it as a priceless treasure rather than a humble existence that can be easily sacrificed or toyed with.

Caster is not only an evil being, but also a soul completely devoured by darkness. There is no more light in his eyes, no more warmth in his heart, only endless greed and cruelty.

For Lancelot, such an existence is undoubtedly the greatest sorrow and misfortune in the world.

The berserker's silence was completely broken at this moment. Lancelot's sword-holding arm trembled slightly with anger, and his eyes were burning with rage, which was an accusation against the injustice and evil in the world, and a desire for justice and light.

The tip of his sword drooped slightly, not because of the weakening of his strength, but to avoid losing his mind in anger and accidentally hurting innocent people. However, this restraint seemed to be a symbol of weakness in Caster's eyes.

Caster saw this and a dark smile appeared on his face, but he ignored Lancelot and looked at Luther instead.

"As a Master, your talent is indeed outstanding."

There was a hint of barely perceptible admiration in his words, but it was immediately overwhelmed by deeper malice.

"Don't talk to me, you don't deserve it!"

However, Luther did not give him a chance to continue speaking. He interrupted Caster directly, his tone full of undisguised disgust and contempt: "Your soul is so ugly that it's disgusting. Every word you say sounds so filthy to my ears."

Caster's master, Uryu Ryunosuke, was standing next to Caster at the moment. He tilted his head with an expression of almost obsessive pleasure on his face, as if he was defending the philosophy he firmly believed in: "Ah, why do you say that?"

There was a hint of confusion and provocation in his words, "Compared to prolonging a worthless life, I understand the whole of death and that I am not killing people, but creating something."

His hands slowly opened as if he was performing a sacred ritual, and the twisted worship of death was fully expressed on his face.

Nakano Miku, the girl who had been watching silently, was completely stunned at this moment.

She thought Caster was perverted enough, but she didn't expect that his master, Ryunosuke Ameyu, was even worse.

She had never heard such absurd sophistry and such a distorted outlook on life, which made her feel unprecedented shock and fear.

Caster's eyes were now flickering with a hint of resentment and despair.

(End of this chapter)